Please remember to play your turn of Magnetic Poetry!
All this fall, we haven’t been able to stop ourselves from grabbing a pair of scissors, walking out to the lane (we NEVER run with scissors; of course we don’t!) and stepping carefully over the neighbours’ carrot and beet beds, slipping through their back gate to grab just a few more of the really beautiful, red hot chiles growing in two pots there. Of course, there are other wonderful vegetables beckoning to us: tomatoes, butternut squashes, sweet peppers, mouse melons. But we avert our eyes. We have NOT been specifically invited to help ourselves to anything but the devilishly hot chilis.